Chapter Sixty

Aspen

By the time we make it home after school, I’m absolutely exhausted. It’s not the same type of exhaustion that I had felt when I was pregnant, but more of a *I need fifty gallons of coffee to keep my eyes open* type of exhaustion.
Even the smell of Mom cooking supper- Chicken Fried Steak by the smell of it, isn’t enough to cause me to change my course, my bedroom-more specifically my bed, the object of my destination.
“You okay, baby?” Boston asks as I move to head up the stairs instead of downstairs to the game room, which appears to be his destination.
“Yeah, I'm just tired,” I tell him, a yawn hitting me, emphasizing the words that just left my mouth.
“I bet I could wake you up,” Boston says with a look that leaves little doubt in my mind about what he’s planning.
Sadly, I actually have to think about it. I’ve never been one to turn him down before, but I also really want that nap.
“Come on,” he says, threading his fingers through mine, “you can rest while I watch something on the TV. I just want to be close to you.”
“Okay,” I say, rolling my eyes as I give in to him.
My head is laying in Boston’s lap, his fingers trailing through my hair as I rest, and he watches some movie. Although, I’m beginning to question the kind of movie that he’s watching, even though it sounds like some type of action flick-but his hardening cock beneath my head makes me wonder if maybe he’s not watching it-his mind on something much more dirty.
When his hand moves from my hair, his fingers now tracing the swell of my breasts peeking out above my tank, then slipping beneath, grazing one of my nipples. I very quickly became no longer interested in taking my nap.
I open my eyes and take in his lust-filled gaze as he watched his fingers as they played with my chest, his cock becoming harder with each stroke of his fingertips.
My nipples tighten, desire settling between my thighs. I sit up, adjusting myself so that I’m now straddling Boston’s thighs, then reach out and unbutton his jeans, pulling him from the confines of his jeans as he lifts my shirt up my torso.
Raising my arms, I let him pull it over my head. His hands trail from my shoulders, down my arms, then moving to my waist, and back up, cupping both of my breasts, pinching one of my nipples between his thumb and forefinger of one hand, and reaching behind me to unclasp my bra with the other.
The material falls between us, landing over his cock as I stroke him up and down. I toss it aside and moan when his mouth closes over one of my taught nipples, causing a moan to escape me. I bury my face in his neck, nibbling on the tender flesh and trying to quiet the sounds that he pulls out of me.
“More.” I moan the word out, as my need for him grows.
Not even a minute later, we have both discarded our clothes, Boston is sheathed in a condom and is sinking between my thighs.
“Fuck, I hate condoms.” He groans as he pulls out and then pushes back in again.
“Me too.” I agree, hating feeling the barrier between us, but they haven’t kept me from getting off. Boston is so big that he still hits all of the right spots. The sensations, the friction, are just much duller with the latex barrier.
I’m almost there, my orgasm just out of reach when I hear “No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no! Fuck, no!” Comes from the doorway, and a second later, Boston’s body lays over me, covering me from who I’m pretty sure is Collin from seeing me naked.
Too embarrassed to look over at him, I bury my heated face in Boston’s shoulder, barely stifling my laughter.
“Get your asses dressed and get out here, now!” He shouts, then the door slams.
“Fuck!” Boston groans, the word causing me to dissolve in a fit of laughter. “We’re in so much trouble.” He says, looking down at me as he pulls out, lifts off of me, and then stands up.
“Do you really think that he would kick you out?” I ask, sitting up and leaning down to grab my shirt and bra from the floor.
“I think he may,” he mutters quietly, “would you move out with me if he does?”
“Really?” I ask, surprised at the question.
“I don’t want to be away from you.” He tells me, pulling me into his chest and wrapping his arms around my torso.
“Do you think we’re ready for that step?” I ask against his chest, my heartbeat thrumming in my ears.
Moving his hands to cup my cheeks, he lifts my face to his, his eyes are full of so much love as he tells me, “I’m ready for *everything* with you.”
“Me too.” I say, lifting up on my toes for a chaste kiss, “Let’s go get this over with.” I tell him, rolling my eyes and grinning at the man who has held my heart in the palms of his hands since our very first night together.
As he takes a step towards the door, I pull on his hand, making him come to a stop and turn back to me, closing the little bit of distance that had been made between us. “I love you,” I tell him.
“And I love you, so goddamn much.” He has a smirk playing at his mouth as we both begin to make our way through the door and back up the stairs.
As soon as we clear the landing both Mom and Collin are standing there, arms folded across their chests, glares trained on us.
*Fuck.*
Boston and I are sitting side by side, our thighs pressing together we are sitting so close, on the brown leather couch in the living room. My hand is between both of Boston's in his lap, his fingers trailing back and forth against the skin on the back of it as we watch Collin pace back and forth in front of us, muttering to himself. His arms will randomly begin flailing as he gets more and more worked up.
Mom is perched on the edge of the recliner to my left, a pained look on her face.
"Do you two realize the position that you have put me in here?" Collin suddenly asks as he comes to a stop directly in front of us. The look of disappointment staring back at us, it's a look that I've never had aimed at me before and is most definitely one that I *never* want to have the displeasure of being on the receiving end of again.
"I ask for one thing. One!" He says, and then he picks back up with the pacing all over again, this time he's also running his fingers through his hair in frustration, or maybe it's exasperation. I'm not really sure, to be honest. "All that I asked from you, was that you two refrain from having sex while under my roof. That was it."
"Dad—"
"No! Boston." Collin says, cutting him off, "I accepted your relationship. I put up with months of you picking fights both at home and at school, almost to the point of getting yourself expelled and ruining any chances of a future in football, while they were gone." He takes a deep breath, then sighs, hanging his head as he turns his attention back to his son, "Was it really *that* difficult that you couldn’t even respect Ashlynn and me enough to honor that *one* request?"
"Collin—" My mom starts, but Collin cuts her off too.
"Ashlynn, please..." Collin says, sounding exasperated, "I know that we don't exactly see eye to eye on this particular subject but—"
"You're right, we don't." She tells him, standing up and going to him, putting her hands on his shoulders. "They're eighteen. Is it really that different than you and me?" She asks. And apparently, the thought of our parents having sex causes a shudder to roll through Boston. I mean, it's not something that I care to dwell on, but obviously, they're doing the same things we are. And honestly, I would like to hope that Boston and I are still having sex when we're their age, and well beyond.
"Yes, it is." He says, pulling her hands from his shoulders and stepping away from her. "This is my house. He blatantly disregarded the one thing that I asked out of him, through all of this. *That* was the only thing that I have asked—that's it. And it was apparently too much to ask."
"But Dad—" Boston starts, at the same time that I say, "That's not fair," and Mom just says his name, now exasperated herself.
"What would you have me do, huh?" He asks, looking at each of us pointedly. "I told you that if you couldn't honor my wishes of not screwing under my roof, that you could find yourself another place to live, being as how you are eighteen now and all. Is that what I need to do?" He asks Boston, sounding pained at just the thought. "Do I really need to kick my own son out because he can't respect my wishes?"
"You're right," I tell him, scooting to the edge of my seat. "We shouldn't have disrespected you like that, either of you," I say, looking from Collin, over to Mom, and then back to Collin. I then glance over at Boston and squeeze his hand, hoping that he will follow my lead on what I say next.
"I'm planning on going to UNC in the fall, I actually received my acceptance letter last week," I say, garnering a big grin from Mom since I'd yet to tell her about the acceptance. "And it's my understanding that Boston and the other three have intentions of attending there also, right?" Boston nods his head, as well as his dad, in confirmation.
"If you will give us one more chance, I promise we will not disrespect you again." I start, only to be cut off by Boston.
"But, you need to remember that we are adults and there isn't anything wrong with us being together."
"Boston!" I growl out his name, irritated that he's not helping the situation in the least here.
"Sorry, sorry." He mutters, squeezing my hand and sitting back against the couch, clearly letting me have the proverbial stage back.
"As I was saying," I say, casting a glance over to Boston to make sure he's not going to interrupt this time, "that while Boston is right, and we are adults and aren't doing anything wrong, you have expressed your wishes. As both your children and adults, we should honor those wishes."
Collin nods that he's listening, so I continue. "Will you allow us to remain under your roof—as long as we respect your rules—at least until it's time to leave for college?"
Collin seems to be considering my proposition, but instead of giving an outright answer, he looks over at my mom. "Let me and Ashlynn discuss it, as this should be a discussion between her and me both, and I will let you know."
"Thank you," I tell him, then not wanting to push our luck, I stand up and grasp ahold of Boston's hand. We both head out of the family room, only to find Lincoln, Jackson, and Dallas scrambling down the hallway, obviously having been listening in on our ass chewing.
*Assholes.*